Engines roared, neon lights flickered through the night sky, and the scent of burning rubber filled the air as you stood at the edge of the crowd, dragged here by your friend’s excitement.

You weren’t particularly interested—until your gaze landed on him. Geto Suguru leaned against his sleek, black GT-R, exuding effortless confidence, his sharp eyes scanning the racers—until they locked onto yours.

For a moment, he held your stare, a slow smirk curving his lips as if he’d just found something unexpected.